The Sunroom
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Category: Reflections in Warm Light
Healing, Emotional Depth: shadow work, processing trauma, therapy reflections, emotional honesty.
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We’ve laid some skeletons to rest, and Halloween is officially packed away. With the time change this past weekend it is now time to unpack things to bring warmth to our home. Tomorrow I’m going to setup our Christmas tree – it makes our reading room extra magical as the light wanes at 5:30 pm.…
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And I am on the verge of crying over everything – the slightest amount of true feelings, and I burst into tears. This has been incredibly embarrassing at Union exec meetings and in front of neighbors while looking at my nephew’s Halloween photos (he made the most gorgeous Lady Gaga). If I even dare to…
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How much would you pay to go to the moon? I wouldn’t pay much. The chance to experience space (“the final frontier”) would be indescribable. The chance to feel like I was the bridge of The Enterprise sounds fairly priceless, but I know that is not what it would actually be like. Maybe a couple…
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I would like to store the crisp mountain air in a bottle or perhaps distill it into an oil that I can place on my pulse points. My travels are rarely for pleasure (as I am a hobbit) but even still, there are small moments of revelling, especially as I am mostly traveling through rural…
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Question of the day from WordPress, “What have you been putting off? Why?” It’s as if The Universe is looking for a fight. Rather than stepping back as I remove my hoop earrings, I’m going to take a deep breath – the kind the ladies with high cheek bones and expensive athleisure wear tell you…
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Where I live, Octobers are magical. The sunlight turns golden all while the air becomes crisper and more refreshing. Plenty of days you can still accidently get a sunburn, but we’ve also seen snow. Our Octobers remind me of Septembers when I was a child (which, if one delves into why that is, is horribly…
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Sometimes I pretend I am a wise woman of the world. I suppose I am nearing cronedom. Cronehood? I am crone-ish? And, also, I still sleep with my teddy bear. Today I heard a podcast describe objects (when we are adults) that offer special meaning as “sacred objects”, whereas when we are children they are…
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Today was made for reveling in the minute. There is something entirely magical about a day at home with ADHD medication. I find myself lightly skipping from one completed task to the next, as though picking my way across stones in a sunny garden. Did I mention the tasks were completed? And the picking of…
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